Running Parallel

Part 2 - Luke

"That's what I'm trying to do," I tease, grinning when he huffs what sounds like a laugh. "I'm gonna fuck you. Gonna make you come."

I give him a break, pulling back from that oversensitive bundle of nerves to focus on stretching him. He slumps to the bed, breathing hard. As I lazily stroke his cock, the sticky wet feel of precum dribbling from his slit greets my hand.

"So wet," I marvel aloud. My thumb swipes over his head, and I circle it around his slit, admiring the way more precum oozes from his tip. His hips rise, chasing release, but I push them back down. "Not yet, gonna come inside you first."

He gives a full-body shiver but doesn't fight me.

I manage to fit three fingers inside him, stretching and stroking until I'm fucking him with them, and he's moaning loud enough that part of me wonders if someone were to come upstairs, could they hear us from the hallway. I suck and nip at his neck, loving the way he tilts his head back, giving me more access to the smooth column of his throat and the soft skin of his Adam's apple. Love the way he spreads his legs to make room for me between them.

I'm lined up, the head of my cock notched just on the rim of his hole, when it hits me.

"Shit," I curse, pulling slightly back. "I don't have a condom."

Caleb lays quiet and still for a moment, not saying a word.

"Do you . . . uh . . ." Well, this is awkward. I cough. "Condom?"

A shift of weight. His leg brushes mine. The drawer slides open, and more tumbling and shifting of items occur. An unhappy hum.

Something small smacks against my chest right before the drawer snaps shut, and Caleb flops back onto the bed.

"Uh, thanks?" Is that the appropriate response in this situation?

It must be, because he rocks his hips against the bed and makes an impatient little noise.

I grin.

Rolling the condom on, I add more lube to my dick and line myself up. Being unable to see him is both annoying and exhilarating. Every part of me is hyper aware of every part of him, from his breathing to the twitch of his thigh. My body tingles, buzzing with sensitivity. But I wish I could see his face as I enter him.

Slowly, I ease inside, stopping when he tenses, inner walls squeezing me in a death grip. His breath seesaws out of him, chest rising and falling fast.

"It's okay." I press a kiss to what I assume to be his shoulder. "Breathe and bear down, try to relax."

His cheek brushes mine as he nods. Hands take hold of my hips, nails digging in. When the tension finally begins to ease from his body and he releases the stranglehold he has on my dick, I press forward, sliding inside a little more. Inch by inch, until I'm there, closer to him than I've ever been, seated to the hilt. I close my eyes and hold perfectly still, trying to stave off my orgasm. I don't want this to end so soon.

The bed creaks as he shifts, withdrawing the tiniest bit before pressing in again. A low moan rises from his chest. He moves again, effectively fucking himself on my cock with the smallest of thrusts. I'm too overstimulated to move. This is everything I wanted. Him. Me. Us. Like this and more.

Tomorrow . . .

His mouth seeks out my mine, and all thoughts of tomorrow and after scatter like leaves on the wind the moment his lips touch mine. I groan and press forward, using my body to shove him into the mattress. My hands close around his thighs, and I gently lift and push, spreading him further, nearly folding him in half. A grunt slips from his lips, but he doesn't protest. His hands find my back, his arms wrapping around me like a hug, holding me to him. I rock my hips into him, drawing those little moans from him.

I drag my mouth from his and ghost it across his skin, kissing and nipping. As pleasure zips up from the base of my spine, dancing across my skin like electricity, the pressure builds. My balls draw up tight. I'm right on the edge of coming.

"God, you're incredible," I murmur into his shoulder.

His panting breaths are broken up by moans of pleasure. The sound is like heaven to my ears.

As the pressure continues to build, my hips begin to lose their rhythm. I chase my promised orgasm like a man crazed. Sealing my mouth on his shoulder, I suck.

He grunts, his hips stuttering. His head tips back, exposing his neck to me. Something light and sweet tickles my nose when I suck on his throat. I bury my face in his hair, inhaling the smell where it's strongest. Beneath me, Caleb shudders, the knuckles of one hand brushing my navel as he jerks himself.

I pick up the pace, thrusting deep before withdrawing almost entirely and repeating the motion. I must hit that spot in him because his hips suddenly spasm, lifting off the bed as his back arches.

I curse. Batting his hand aside, I take over, jerking him. "Come for me," I whisper, trying to match my hand to the thrust of my hips.

He gasps, arching his back. A drawn-out moan gets dragged from his chest as his hole clenches around me. Then he's right there, falling over that edge into oblivion, cum shooting up to splash my abs and spill over my hand.

I cum with a groan, trying to stay conscious enough to keep my hand moving. My body moves on autopilot, fucking into him until I've filled the condom and he's pushing my hand off his sensitized cock. Spent, tired, and deliriously happy, I collapse half on top of him.

"God, I love you, Caleb."

He stills. My eyes are so heavy, I can barely keep them open. I smile against his shoulder.

Tomorrow... tomorrow nothing will be the same.